There are always three or five good friends in life. Even a very lonely person will have one or two friends with whom he can talk.
The relationship between Mr. Lu, Mr. Chen and Mr. Shan was also established under an unconventional situation. In ten years, the friendship between the three of them can be regarded as very pure after suffering through hardships.
After Mr. Lu hung up Mr. Chen, he called Zhang Fan, "Are you in the operating room?"
"No, Master, I just had dinner with Director Lin from the Department of Orthopedics, and now I'm going back to the dormitory."
"Don't go back, let's go out."
"Want to make a medical appointment?"
"So be it."
"Do you want me to prepare anything?"
"No, you come and wait downstairs in the office. Do you have your driver's license with you?"
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Driving Mr. Lu's special car, it was Zhang Fan's first time to drive this kind of car with four circles, and he didn't know whether it was a designated or non-designated car.
To be honest, this car feels rigid. As for the power, it can still be said.
"Master, where are we going?" Zhang Fan lit the fire and gave it fuel, then looked back at Mr. Lu.
"Come, let me show you the way. I heard that you made some very constructive improvements in the orthopedic hip replacement surgery?"
The old man moved slightly forward and pointed the way to Zhang Fan while chatting with Zhang Fan.
"It's not a big improvement, just some small tricks." Zhang Fan was about to turn around.
"Watch the road carefully, let's talk like this." After that, he said, "Small tricks? Haha, you really have a lot of tricks. How many clinical operations have you recorded?"
"Uh!" Zhang Fan even came down. "I didn't record it. I just did it if I had it. I didn't record it deliberately. But the medical record is very complete."
"You!" Mr. Lu was almost speechless. In other words, the old man was an orthodox scholar. If it were Ouyang, he would have slapped Zhang Fan on the back of the head.
"When I come back later, let your senior brother tell you about medical statistics. Sometimes, your ideas still need to be analyzed through some scientific statistics."
"Oh, okay!" Zhang Fan really followed his words. Western medicine, if you go to a higher level, you must combine it with laboratories, data, and statistics.
And this part is really the short version of Zhang Fan, who was born in Yeluzi. For these, for these elective courses in medical schools, they have long been returned to the teachers of the year.
Four steady laps, running all the way towards the mountains by the sea. There are no mountains in the east, and there are no rivers in the three rivers. It is true at all.
In Zhang Fan's eyes, these small stone mountains on the Dongshan Sea cannot be called mountains. At most, they are just larger stone slopes. These stone mountains should be placed in the northwest, placed on the Qilian Mountains, and placed on the edge of the Tianshan Mountains, directly as brothers.
Moreover, these mountains on the Dongshan Seaside have a special feature, that is, the soil layer is sparse, and there is almost no soil layer. They are all white stones like bald heads.
The car circled the small stone mountain several times, and finally saw a courtyard built on a sunny hillside.
The yard is not big even though it is big. The yard is lush and lush, and there are about ten small second-floor or third-floor buildings mixed in the shadow of the trees.
Especially on the second floor of a small building directly opposite the gate, there is a red five-pointed star hanging brightly on the door. There are no guards at the entrance of the yard, but parking registration and guard implementation are all in place.
After entering the courtyard, Zhang Fan took a look at the environment here, and what he felt was a sense of tranquility.
This place is different from the small fishing village that his senior brother took him to. Although the buildings in the small fishing village are messy and the streets are crisscrossed, the chickens and dogs in the village are crowing, the children are playing, and accompanied by the sound of the waves, it gives people the impression of a calm seaside. A happy and simple fishing village life.
But it's different here. Trees, huge trees, grow in rows and rows. The huge trees almost cover the yard.
The roads are all cement roads, clean, so clean that you can't even see any leaves.
Apart from the sound of the waves and the rustling of the leaves in the sea breeze, there was nothing else. It was like entering an empty city.
"This is a sanatorium for the army. It used to be a research base, but it was later reused and transformed into a sanatorium.
You walk forward and turn left at the second intersection. " Mr. Lu explained.
The car stopped in front of a small second-floor building. The building had obviously aged, and the construction materials were still obsolete red bricks. There were small saplings growing on the roof of the building.
However, the vegetable patch in front of the small building is well-kept, and the vegetables are growing vigorously. If you smell it carefully, you will find that the salty sea breeze has a slight smell of sheep manure.
As soon as the car stopped, an old lady with silver hair and a smile on her face opened the bamboo curtain and waved to Mr. Lu and Zhang Fan.
"Sister-in-law, are you feeling well?" Mr. Lu hurriedly took a few steps.
"Okay, it's good. I'm just angry with the stubborn old man every day, so I'm troubling you again." The old lady looked like an ordinary old lady in the countryside, but her words, tone, and demeanor...
"Quick forward, he's making trouble for drinking again now, go talk to him." After talking to Mr. Lu, the old lady looked at Zhang Fan again.
"Haha, you are such a spirited young man. Come on, the sun is shining brightly, go inside to relieve the heat. It's really a shame that I bother you to drive here in this weather."
Although the old lady was in high spirits, her movements were still very slow.
Zhang Fan helped the old lady lift the door curtain and followed Mr. Lu into the house.
When he saw the red star at the gate, Zhang Fan knew that this place was special.
I originally thought what kind of decoration the house would have inside, but after entering the old house, Zhang Fan couldn't close his mouth.
The wall in the main hall facing the door is covered with photo frames. The photo frames are all black and white photos, especially a few photos. Zhang Fan can recognize the characters inside at a glance.
Zhang Fan opened his mouth slightly and looked at the facilities in the room. He felt that the owner of this room was a different kind of person.
The tables, chairs and benches are all made of old-fashioned logs with a little varnish on them. Even the phone placed on the table is an old-fashioned phone with a number disc. There is an exaggeratedly huge map of China on the side wall.
There was a Four Immortals table and two extremely old-fashioned high-backed wooden chairs at the bottom of the main hall. Looking at this thing, Zhang Fan felt that it must be uncomfortable to sit on it.
Looking again, there was an old man sitting on the stool with his lips pouting and his eyes staring. He was definitely losing his temper.
Moreover, this old man's appearance is also very distinctive. At first glance, the first impression given is that he is thick, just like the old Soviet happiness motorcycle.
The forehead is protruding, the cheekbones stand up, the eyes are like falcons, the ears are big but not fat, and the left hand placed on the table has protruding muscles.
At first glance, you can tell that this old guy is not easy to get along with. The old lady who greeted Zhang Fan and Mr. Lu gave people a kind feeling, a kind of elderly grandmother in the Chinese countryside.
And this old man gave people the impression that he was blaming the sky and the earth, regretting his moves when playing chess, arguing with others in chat, exchanging fists and kicks when he disagreed.
"Is this black boy your closed disciple?" The old man's triangular eagle eyes looked at Zhang Fan and asked Mr. Lu as if he was sizing up a lamb.
No pleasantries, no politeness, just like preparing for a quarrel.
Coupled with the broken gong-like voice, the young Zhang Fan immediately felt that this old man was a dangerous person.
Mr. Lu smiled and did not exchange greetings. Instead, he walked to the chair next to the old man and sat down. Then he took the porcelain kettle on the table and poured a cup of herbal tea.
"Well, my closed disciple, what do you think?"
"Just an ordinary person!" The old man looked at Zhang Fan with contempt, and then looked away.
The old man had an arrogant attitude, but he was not annoying no matter what. Maybe his momentum is too strong, maybe he is too old for young people to argue with him, maybe...
Instead, the old lady enthusiastically took Zhang Fan's hand and placed it on the stool next to her. With her soft and slightly gritty hand, she pulled Zhang Fan to sit down.
"Don't worry, he is just like that. He will never speak and have no education in his life. Unlike you young people, all of them are educated people.
Come, try the dried fish I dried myself. It tastes good. "
As they spoke, a middle-aged woman wearing something that looked like a uniform or not, held a teacup and a small bamboo plate, smiled and gently placed them on the table next to Zhang Fan and the old lady.
Even the teacups placed on the table have an ancient feel to them. They are white porcelain with lids, like those in old TV series with a row of white porcelain cups on the meeting table.
Zhang Fan nodded politely, feeling quite puzzled. Looking at the old man with a look that could scare a child to tears, and then looking at the kind-hearted old lady, I despised the old man in my heart.
"This stubborn old man is so lucky. I don't know how he found this old lady back then."
The old man ignored Zhang Fan and the old lady, and turned sideways to talk to Mr. Lu.
Ordinarily, this old man Shan is really a strange person.
When he was a child, he escaped from famine and joined the army. At that time, he was not as good as a gun and ran with the army just to eat.
He couldn't go to the battlefield and stayed in the army, so he became the leader's orderly. He was also regarded as a red kid who had grown up in the army.
Later, when he drove away the XXX, fought with the Americans in Korea, and fought with the monkeys in Laoshan, the old man was regarded as a hero in the army.
But the old man has a bad temper and is very senior. Most people treat him as a leader just like his subordinates.
Anyway, he was a hero in war years and a wonder in peace times. In the end, I will take care of myself early.
Zhang Fan held the dried fish that the old lady took out in his mouth and listened to the conversation between the two.
I can't even eat this dried fish. The old lady is probably lonely. When she saw Zhang Fan, it was like meeting her own junior. She stared at Zhang Fan kindly. As long as Zhang Fan was about to finish eating, she would definitely get another one in a hurry. Give it to him and ask in a low voice from time to time, "Does it taste good? If it tastes good, eat more!"
"Tell me, how old am I, and they stop me drinking and don't let me smoke? What's the point of my life? Even if I don't drink or smoke, can I still live to be eighty or ninety years old?"
The old man's broken gong-like voice was particularly harsh.
When the old man was talking, the old lady was holding the dried fish in her hand, but it was obvious that her attention immediately turned to Mr. Lu and the others.
"Haha, let me take a look at your test results first. This illness is just like the army fighting in the past. If you can win, you will fight. If you can't, you have to find ways to reduce losses from the side.
You are also a military strategist, why should you explain this to others? You can't send guns and cannons to the enemy knowing that you can't defeat them. Wouldn't this become the XXX of the past?
You're not so stupid as to be! "
When the old lady heard this, Zhang Fan could feel the smile between her eyebrows.
When the old man heard this, although he felt something was wrong, he still nodded, "It seems to be the same reason! You old guy will fool me, so let's take a look at the test results first."
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